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| DayDream (profile) wrote, on 11-15-2002 at 12:54am | |
| It's 2 am and i'm still awake. My finger tips are numb from the infinite times I've rubbed over them. My skin is burning but my sheets feel cold. I'm dripping memories and wreak of your scent. It's 2:10 and my mind is racing. Frantic and anxious. That night. Our night. It plays like a favorite song over in my mind. You came for her but I came home with you. And we liked it. We were a mystery to all. No one knew me. No one knows me. We were our own guilty pleasures. You kissed my lips now stained with your taste. I slowly roll my tongue over them so as not to miss a drop of that mystery. Our mystery. 2:30 and I feel sloppy drunk. My weight is times 5 and I hear the clock tick me farther and farther away. It took me to the first time I saw you. You were there with her. The one you came for. Your hand was on top of hers while mine was wrapped around a glass of my own personal posion. You got up and kissed her such a sweet kiss for such a short goodbye. I took it all in. The room and all the people littering it seemed to suck all the air out of my lungs. All I could do was stand and watch and think I was invisible. Something was now in my hand other then my posion. Slowly my fingers were tied into some large feeling of lust and I was being led my its beholder. My breath was gone. I still didn't know who was leading me for the posion had sunk in. You turned and said I've noticed you and flashed me a quick glimpse of who's arms I would later find myself in. 3:00 and I'm playing that song in my head. I too got one of those short tender kisses. You whispered words that still echo in my mind. Wait for me. So I stood frozen in my own self and watched you point to one of those new technological advances and used it as your reason for leaving. You hugged her and bid everyone a goodbye. I had my air back, but that would be short lived. I felt two arms wind around my weist and warm air on the back of my neck. Follow me. I could almost taste the words as if I had formed them with my own lips. We drove for a long while and you laced your fingers back into mine. No one's home. You said and i didn't feel scared at all. You knew my name and what I liked, and hoped I was going to show up at the girl's house where bodies and bottles seemed to grow straight from the carpet. 3:30 and we've been apart just long enough that I'm longing for you. I floated through our night. You played with my hair and told me I was beautiful. Everywhere you kissed me is like a burning reminder. I lick my lips one last time just to make sure it's real. I flip my pillow to find the last cold spot and hit rewind so I can play that favorite song just one last time. |
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| Anonymous | 11-21-02 6:33pm hey, who is this about? is it recent or old? |
DayDream | Re:, 11-21-02 6:49pm Yea, it's recent...and it's not really about anyone. I guess it's just something i would like to happen. |